Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

After listening to the story of "Jia Dongxu's hard work and striving for progress", Zhang Xingwang also understood and his mood immediately improved a lot. However, when he thought of the few dozen dollars left in his pocket, he felt depressed again.

After working as a courier for so long, I still have less money than Yi Zhonghai's monthly salary. It turns out that no matter what era it is, it is the hardest to make money without original capital.

Seeing that the time was almost up, I set off to the pigeon market. I had to sell the wild boar quickly so that I wouldn't have to worry if I had money in my pocket.

By the way, I'm going to visit two old guys who are fans of martial arts. I hope they are not upset because of the last "performance". After all, the thinking circuits of a ruthless person who dares to mix poison into iron sand must be somewhat different from those of normal people.

All the way to the pigeon market, the manager saw Zhang Xingwang from afar, immediately made a gesture to the young man next to him, and then limped towards Zhang Xingwang with difficulty.

When Zhang Xingwang saw the appearance of the old man in charge, he wondered if the old man had practiced some weird "Kung Fu" again. Judging from the way the old man walked, it might be Iron Crotch Kung Fu or something like that.

I must explain it to you in detail later. It's so old, and although it's not very useful, it's nice to have a faucet. If you accidentally break it, it will be incomplete. You can just use it somewhere else.

The manager walked up to him, looked at Zhang Xingwang's complicated eyes and his hesitant expression, and seemed to sense something, so he stepped forward and patted Zhang Xingwang on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed and said:

"I'm fine, old man. After all, everyone has this day."

Zhang Xingwang secretly watched the other party's lower three roads, and he didn't agree with it in his heart. Seeing Zhang Xingwang's worried look, the steward said with a look of relief:

"You'll understand when you get older, but I can't help it. When I was young, I ran around everywhere. I couldn't afford to wear cotton trousers until I was in my thirties, so I got this disease. When I got older, I found that my cold legs could no longer be cured. I was planning to buy a new pair of cotton trousers some time ago, but you took away all the cotton..."

Zhang Xingwang listened to the manager's rambling on and on, and finally realized that the manager was not practicing any weird martial arts, but his old rheumatoid art had flared up due to the recent cold weather. His face suddenly turned black.

Thinking that he should remind the other party, in case the old man suddenly has a brain attack and really removes the faucet, it will be troublesome, so he said:

"There are two more things I want to remind you of. First, you and Third Master should forget about practicing martial arts. Regardless of whether it's true or not, at your age, if you keep doing this a few more times, I'll have to visit your graves after the New Year.

Another thing is, could you please speak more concisely? I am anxious to go back to bed at night, but you are so nagging and it takes you so long to say a word. It would be strange if your cold legs don’t flare up in this cold weather…”

The manager was a little unhappy after hearing this, so he responded:

"You are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man. Besides, I am just envious. My old cold legs are useless even if I train them. Besides, usually no one chats with me here. I finally see you here, so let's talk a few more words..."

Looking at the manager who talks endlessly, I feel that this old man talks even more nonsense than me. The black market is still reliable. Everyone there is simple and rough, much more professional than this.

But it’s good that he has no plans to practice “Kung Fu”, so I don’t have to weed his grave next year.

He asked if there were any cloth coupons. He came here to deliver wild boars, and all the cloth he bought last time was used to sew quilts. He still had some cotton, so he planned to buy some more cloth to buy new quilts and cotton-padded clothes for everyone in his family.

After hearing this, the manager showed a familiar humble smile on his face and told him not to be anxious, because the third master would be here soon and wanted to see him.

Sure enough, the Third Master couldn't help muttering, and while he was talking, he walked towards him from a distance with a leisurely pace. However, the Third Master walked slower and slower, with a tense face and the look of a chivalrous man, as if he was going to an appointment at the top of the Forbidden City, which made Zhang Xingwang's eyes twitch.

The Third Master came up to him and said to Zhang Xingwang with a serious face:

"You came?"

"Uh... shouldn't I come?"

"But you still came..."

I was just about to ask the steward what kind of storytelling the Third Master had read recently and wanted him to give some advice, but when I turned around, I saw that the steward next to him was already cooperating with me and putting on an expressionless face. He was just about to make a pot of wine and cut two taels of meat for the two of them, and by the way, he took out a long flute to play some music.

Zhang Xingwang was so embarrassed that he wanted to run away. If it weren't for Jia Zhang's good craftsmanship, the soles of his shoes would have been torn by now.

Just when Zhang Xingwang was scratching his toes and it was painful, he saw the Third Master posing in a standard "throwing a stone to test the water" pose.

Zhang Xingwang could only look up at the sky helplessly, feeling that the universe was still vast, and that matters in the universe and the human world seemed too insignificant. Even if the Third Master produced a huge brazier from his arms, he would still be able to remain calm.

The Third Master posed for a long time, but seeing that Zhang Xingwang was still indifferent, he let out a long sigh, put away his pose with a dejected look on his face, and shook his head in disappointment.

He seemed to want to say something to Zhang Xingwang, but said nothing. He just turned around and walked quickly, without even commenting on the wild boar show. Judging from his posture, he would probably cry if he walked slower.

Seeing this, Zhang Xingwang also felt that these two old brothers were really hard to guard against. However, it was his own fault for accidentally fulfilling the old brothers' martial arts dreams.

He could only run over and stop the Third Master. Seeing the Third Master's expression of being saved from a desperate situation, he repeated the words he had said to the steward.

He also told the two brothers seriously that the spiritual energy in the world was now thin and there were no conditions for practicing martial arts. He only had this opportunity because of his extraordinary brain talent, which was also the kind that could not be replicated. He asked them to give up the idea completely.

Then he sternly rejected the idea of ​​the Third Master to watch him perform acrobatics, and said that he was just here to deliver two pigs, and wanted to go home and sleep.

He silently watched the tearful Third Master leave, then quickly prepared to carry the pig and asked the manager to call four young men to follow him.

Then he found a secluded place nearby, put the two pigs, one big and one small, on the open space, and then called four people to carry them back to the manager's yard.

It's okay for him to hold a small one, but it would be difficult for him to hold a big wild boar. After all, it struggles violently when it's alive and it's not easy to lift it. It's much easier to carry it.

The manager did not cause any trouble this time and after weighing smoothly, the total weight was 415 kilograms. The manager was also a particular person and before Zhang Xingwang could say anything, he took the initiative to say that the price of meat had risen sharply recently.

The skin and bones were worth 623 yuan per pound, which made a total of 35 yuan. The cloth coupons were only 19 feet worth 600 yuan, plus some miscellaneous snacks and pounds of oil coupons, which made a total of yuan. Zhang Xingwang was well-off again this time.